long
as cut-and-paste data gets retained on the screen
because
a slow mesh goes at dither speed crossing
and it
repaints losses where they took them in trucks
to the
death camps,
&
the life camps,
you
lose bits of sparkle in the dark by the river
it
bemuses like a brain goes
that’s
the word for it, lash
robotics
^^^^^^^^^
meaning
try and try again and acquittal
it’s
in a quit mode reject cartridge
move
into the one place yammering bespeak quotient
unfinished
like they say
with a
slanting spiral who manages
all to
the troll when you’re marking down spaces &
a
dictionary tells you what
words
mean in a screaming evening
that stops & paints down
all
the unbelieved where
tanks
roll
^^^^^^^^^
almost,
the words have prototypical
as a
hard sell, in the sun
a sea
without much seeing or
as
hard shell protrusion quibble
saying
low mass, across time called under the
breathlessness,
sight
rime to slight rime
endospore
shapes a clocklike penny-dreadful scribbler,
campesino
here at
the ferro-cement mixing party
^^^^^^^^^
law is
a tip to unfind off rubbish
tame
slant, look that’s the wave smashin in
unsounded eyes
or,
lapse tape unheard
it’s
grape shot
inter-session,
flat darn unseen
all
the way to flee here ?
& a looping cursive mime
wrangle
^^^^^^^^^
it’s a
free throw lane,
it’s
electro-choking for that designated century;
along
the shunpike
a
Junker puttering along in his junker;
it
thinks about how the sky rains down
bits
& pieces like an uncertain stock split;
so
history conjures you up a blunderbuss;
a
margay leaps away
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